Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.